And Thursdays Aren't Any Better!

What a week! Each day seems to come with its own bit of drama and frustration. Today it was the inspector who told us that almost everything we had done in the yard of House #2 was wrong! I had personally invited the county fire rebuild liaison, to go to houses #2 & #3 with me to tell us what we had to do. She told me to buy rainbird style sprinklers and hoses, plant some flower seed or ice plants, cover them with straw and water them. We have so far planted five flats of ice plant which have been faithfully watered.

The inspector today said "No, he wanted a permanent sprinkler installation (mind you, the well at this house only puts out 1/2 gallon of water per hour); big ground cover plants; no straw; and wanted a bonded fiber matrix sprayed on." Plus he wants a berm one foot high and one foot wide around the entire house. Basically, he wants a landscaped yard in the desert.

This morning several of the case workers went out with us from MDS to look at a couple of possible house sites for later this year. These are also fire cases.

Tonight we had a rather raucous post dinner report. This picture looks pretty tame, but the two ladies standing are Diane from my home church and her cousin Jean, who have been cooking for

us this week. We have had in infestation of earwigs (the radio has been talking about the large hatch of them in San Diego County) in the kitchen trailer which they have been battling valiently. They had written a little skit entitled "The Earwig Stomp," which had all of the guys stamping their feet during the chorus. We have fourteen BIG guys from Ontario and the dining trailer will never be quite the same.